No matter how loud your music is or how hard you try to block out the noise—it wasn’t able to compare to the sound of the guitar being played and the vibration that shook your walls next door.

you eventually forced yourself to get up and went next door to knock on the door, wanting to deal with this nuisance. The sound of the guitar and vibration stopped. Then the door opened.

“What?” The multi-haired colour young man—Atticus; queried, giving you a cold stare as he crossed his arms.